That was two years ago and I was single now. I threw her ass out immediately and kept the house that I had purchased for us, filing for divorce the following day. It wasn’t easy with such a young child, but the beauty of it all was that Riley wouldn’t really remember us as a family. It would hurt her less. I made an obscene amount of money and didn’t need anyone to help me with her. I could do it all on my own.
I just needed company sometimes, and that came in the form of droves of women. I didn’t say yes to them all, but if I had an itch and they were there to scratch it, why not? I was single and successful as well as very careful.
I felt the blonde tighten around my fingers as my cock swelled against her leg. It was half-mast at best before this gorgeous view, so I reached for a condom. I had a lot of fantasies running through my mind now, and one of them was the woman in the window between my legs and sucking my cock. I wanted to come deep in her throat. I rolled on my back as I ordered Brenda to get in front of me.
She did, taking my large shaft in her mouth and teasing me with her mouth. I grabbed her hair and pushed up, needing to fuck her mouth as she gasped. I imagined brown hair as I held tight, feeling her moan as she dropped down over me. I imagined my neighbor’s sexy body and pert breasts as I groaned. Jesus, I was turned on.
I imagined her watching this and getting wet. The woman between my legs rocked over me as I started to move with her, holding her head so there would be no doubt that she was going to swallow. Based on what she was saying, she had no problem with that. She’d give me anything that I wanted.
I jerked forward and came hard as she whimpered against me. I was big and deep in her throat. I also knew that I gave her a lot to swallow while thinking about my new neighbor. She finished and pulled away with lust-filled eyes and a giggle as she dropped onto her ass. “Want me to fuck you like that?” I asked. She nodded with a dazed expression. I reached down to stroke my cock, imagining a different woman on her knees before me. I vowed to learn more about my neighbor. I was hard immediately and I ripped open the condom and sheathed myself with it. “Get on your knees, baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, nearly falling in her haste to move. She was primed and ready for me as I fingered her slick pussy, wondering what my neighbor’s body looked like. Was it bare like this one, or did she prefer a little hair? Was she tight? I slid inside and immediately knew that this woman had spent some time in the beds of other men since she wasn’t tight. Still, she was very fuckable.
I gripped her hips and closed my eyes as I took her hard and deep. I knew that she felt me everywhere as she yelped and pushed back against me, trying to find a rhythm. I reached forward, pinching a nipple and picturing it to be small and firm, fucking her harder. Hell, I smacked her ass as I took her with hard thrusts. The blonde begged for more and I complied. She came a beat before me and then I let out a long moan. I didn’t use names with casuals and I didn’t know hers anyway, but I knew what name would be ringing through my head once I’d learned it. I jerked as I filled the latex, pulling out when I was done. Brenda slumped forward against my messy comforter.
I rose and went into the bathroom to tie off the condom and throw it away. I knew that there were women that wanted to get knocked up by me for a payday – something that my ex was trying to do right now. She wasn’t happy with her spousal support and wanted full custody of Riley so she could ask for an obnoxious amount of child support. Fuck that. I wasn’t having any more kids: Riley was a perfect little girl and I adored her.
I returned to the bedroom to see the blonde still on her stomach, not seeming to make any effort to move. “You’re as good as they all say.” I knew I had a reputation and smirked at her words while I pulled on some shorts.
“Am I?” I asked as I heard her moving behind me.
“Yes. Come back to bed.” I heard the seductive tone in her voice and rolled my eyes. I was done with this one and I turned to look at her. She was staring at me with her legs spread and her finger between her legs, moving slowly. In this case, it was the wrong woman. I pressed my lips together as I imagined the one that lived next door touching herself for me.
“I think it’s time for you to leave, sweetheart.” I wasn’t shy about telling women to leave after bringing them here.
She pouted as she sat up and cupped a breast slowly. “Are you sure?” she asked as I reached for my phone.
“I’ve been drinking, so I’ll call for a car for you,” I offered to her as I pulled up my Uber app. I was given a half an hour before they arrived and invited her to the kitchen for something to drink before she left. Like the others, she was obviously uncomfortable sipping from a bottle of water and looking out of the front window.
“You don’t want me to spend the night?” she asked as I glanced at her from the couch.
“I told you that at the bar. I came here because it was closer, but otherwise I’d be leaving your place right about now.” She stared at me, though I wasn’t sure why she seemed so surprised. I was always honest about that. She jumped and hurried towards the door, opening it and slipping out as I watched.
I went to get a beer after I locked the door, finishing the show on television as my mind wandered back to my new neighbor. Mrs. Hastings loved me, so I could get the information out of her on who the woman was. She was always talking to Riley or dropping off cookies or some other treat for her since my daughter reminded her of her own three-year-old great granddaughter. I appreciated the effort since Blake only seemed to want her for the money and not to spend any real time with her own daughter.
I also thought about bringing the woman over one night when Riley was gone for dinner since I wasn’t willing to have my little girl get attached to any woman. I wouldn’t allow that until I was serious about someone and thought that I might want to bring them into our life.
A neighbor with benefits might be perfect.
Chapter Three – Lucy
In my exhaustion, I didn’t notice the man next door until I was already naked and jumped behind the curtain as soon as I did. I wanted to step away from the window completely, but some sick fascination made me stay there and watch him. He was staring at me, but there was a blonde woman on his bed that was clearly focused on him. She was beautiful and her body was stunning in the bright light from another part of the house. Why was he watching me?
I stared as he moved his hand between her legs, feeling my own body tingle as she dropped her head back. The window was closed, but I imagined the noises that she must have been making. He bent forward and then moved away from her, rolling to his back.
He looked like Max, but that wasn’t possible. He was just in my mind was all. Still, I watched as he said something to the woman and she crawled between his legs to take his huge cock into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and moved forward. I gasped. My experience with that was when Braden was drunk one night and tried to force me on him before passing out. I hated it, but this girl looked like she was eating a meal after starving for years. The way he gripped her straight hair and thrust inside of her mouth made me blush. I felt heat washing between my legs.
Arousal throbbed inside of me while I watched him hold her head and pump into her mouth. I knew how this was going to end. She seemed to move harder right along with him. She obviously wanted to taste him. I let my mouth drop open as he stilled before pulling away from her. The woman dropped back with a smile and I squeaked in surprise.
What was I missing?
He stroked himself, getting hard right away. I kept looking from behind my curtain. The woman watched him with a dreamy expression before she turned on her stomach, getting on her knees as he slipped a condom over himself. I was a virgin, but I knew the basics. I watched him finger her for a moment, moaning to myself in need.
He started to move inside of her within moments and I dropped to the floor with a sigh. I could still see him if I peered over the thick windowsill. I reached down between my legs to stroke my needy clit. When he slapped her ass, I slid a finger inside o
f myself and whimpered.
I imagined myself with Max as I watched the couple together, stroking myself until I came like every other time before. I’d been doing it for twelve years. I knew my body well and what made me tick: Max was always a go-to fantasy for me. This guy appeared to be pretty hot as well, so maybe he’d fit the bill for a while.
I recovered and made my way to the tiny bathroom to shower, careful to avoid standing in front of the window again. I’d have to make good use of the blinds from now on.
When I woke up in the morning, I started to work on the living room. I pulled on some leggings and a t-shirt and made some coffee before I looked over the scattered boxes with a sigh.
I thought back to the night before and heat washed over my skin. I needed to reel this in since I’d be living here for an undetermined amount of time. I didn’t need to mess things up for myself. Once the coffee was done, I took a large sip and started to stack the boxes against the wall based on their priority.
It was a perfect idea until I found one that I couldn’t budge. Mrs. Hastings had her grandson help me out when I moved in and he had clearly brought this in, but he wasn’t here now. The only neighbors I knew of were older women like her… or my neighbor. The neighbor I got myself off to last night as I watched him like a complete pervert.
I sat on the floor and willed it to move with my eyes. “Damn it.” I was the kind of girl that needed to have everything in its place. I walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror. I was a hot mess. I hadn’t been wearing much make up for the last few days. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and brushed my teeth. I splashed my face with cold water before I took a deep breath. I hoped that he was alone since I didn’t want to be any closer to a situation like the one I saw last night.
I considered asking Mrs. Hastings to ask her grandson or someone else, but they lived across town. It wasn’t worth it for one box if there was a perfectly good man next door who would more than likely be happy to help me. I could just pretend that I didn’t see him having sex and that I wasn’t naked in my room before that.
I took a big gulp of coffee before leaving the house, looking around at the pretty front yard that I was going to enjoy for a little while. It was peaceful and beautiful and the neighborhood was one of the best ones that I’d lived in. I looked to the house beside me, taking in the ranch style with the light blue paint. It looked like new. The house was in great shape, fitting in with the rest of the neighbourhood. I turned to go to the door. I lifted my hand up and knocked on the stained-glass window that ran across a part of the door near the top. I crossed my arms over my chest, blushing as I realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
The door opened and I went silent as I looked at the man that filled the doorway. It was Max. I felt my heart jump into my throat as I struggled to regain control of my emotions. “Good morning,” he greeted me, a knowing look in his eyes – but not one of complete recognition. Hopefully he just remembered me from a brief glimpse last night.
“Hi. I’m Lucinda Graves. I just moved into the apartment next door. The one above Mrs. Hastings house?” I queried as something flashed through his eyes and he nodded. I purposely gave him my full name and new last name I’d taken to avoid Braden. I smiled ruefully. “I had some help moving in, but today I am trying to get my living room in order and there’s a box that I can’t move to save my life.”
“Come on in. I’m making some breakfast if you’d like to join me for a bit. I can come over right after that, but the pan is hot.” He glanced back and then again at me as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
I’d locked my door so there was no reason not to stay for a minute. “Sure,” I replied as I walked in and glanced around. The house had the look of a man’s place with its sleek leather couches and large TV on the wall across from a stone mantel. I noted the children’s toys that were kept in a basket in the corner of the room, my eyes widening. Was Max married now? Was that his wife last night?
Holy shit.
I followed him and looked around casually as I took everything in. It seemed quiet and there wasn’t the sound of what I assumed to be a toddler, so maybe he was a part-time parent – divorced. “Sit down. I’ll get you some coffee. Do you like omelets?” Max asked. His voice reverberated through me, bringing back so many memories. If he remembered me, Max would remember how many of those I ate when I was a kid. I was in the clear.
“Yeah. They’re my favorite.” I looked around the bright kitchen and took a seat at the small table that was against the window overlooking the backyard. It was a cozy kitchen and I admired him as he took his place at the stove and stirred something in a bowl.
“It’s veggie and cheese,” he offered as he glanced at me. I nodded and thanked time for the changes that had been made to change my appearance. I wore contacts now in lieu of the thick glasses that I needed in high school and my hair was dyed the caramel color. I had light brown hair since birth and this jazzed things up a bit for me. Also, I lost some weight when I left Braden. The stress had been a lot and I was finally starting to relax. “So, you just moved in? Are you a relative of hers?”
“No. I hit a rough patch as of late and needed something cheap. I am saving up my money right now. Mrs. Hastings wasn’t originally looking for a tenant, but we have a mutual friend and the subject came up. She offered me the apartment and it was a perfect fit.”
“Are the financial problems severe?” He asked, interest in his eyes as he looked at me. I sipped the coffee that he gave me, finding it to be a great brew. I didn’t know what to say nor why he seemed to be so interested.
Once he brought me the plate and joined me at the table, the soft spot in my heart for Max scattered my thoughts. I thought of him being a dad and smiled softly. “I had a lab for a few years. I was working on making the world greener, but it burned down a few months ago. The insurance company is being a real pain in the ass and I needed a place to stay while I work part-time at a friend’s lab. I lived in an apartment on the property as well… I lost everything.”
“I’m so sorry.” Max offered as I shrugged. “I hope that it works out for you.”
“I’m sure it will,” I replied automatically, hearing something in his voice. I took another bite of the omelet, realizing that he cooked them as well as he used to, if not better.
Once we finished breakfast, I helped him with the dishes and we headed to my apartment so he could help me with the box. I was already feeling the connection between us, but I kept playing it off like we were meeting for the first time.
Chapter Four – Max
I headed back home after helping Lucinda in her apartment. It was a heavy box: she admitted that it was filled with books that she intended to put in the bedroom, so I moved it there for her. I knew that she could have just taken them in handfuls herself, but this made sense. I could tell that she was an orderly person and just wanted to be settled in. I was the same way.
There was something that I liked about her, something familiar.
I drove over to my parent’s house to pick up Riley later that afternoon. They wanted her for the night so that they could take her out and spend some time with her while allowing me to have time to myself. Ever since Blake and I divorced, Mom’s been wanting me to get married and have another baby. She claimed that Riley was growing too fast. I just let her tell me that, never responding too much. She didn’t need to know that I had become a man whore who never intended to get married again.
As I parked and looked at their spacious ranch house, I thought about what my lawyer had told me at our last meeting. Blake was getting aggressive in her efforts to get Riley back. I knew that it was just to get to me, but I didn’t have any proof that she was a bad mother. She wasn’t – but Blake was self-absorbed and cared more about herself. Riley would struggle in her care and Blake’s parents weren’t much better. Riley was better off with me and my family. I stared forward for a moment. My lawyer suggested that I get a wife, even if she was a front. It would look better
to the courts if I was settled in a relationship since Blake was living in a one-bedroom apartment and saying that she was barely making it on my support. I knew that she was just working the system for more money by getting child support for Riley since I was one of the most well-known doctors in the state.
Bitch, I made millions with my salary and investments and still lived in the simple house that I bought right before we got married. The neighborhood was great for Riley and I didn’t want to leave, whereas Blake seemed to want to live in a brownstone in Manhattan. She would use the support to pay for a nanny so she could go out all night and sleep in the following day.
If I were to get a wife, I’d look like a settled-down family man to the courts. That would make a perfect situation for Riley to live with me since mothers were often favored in these cases.
Lucinda would be perfect. Based on our earlier talk, she was soft and clearly compassionate and would make for a great mother figure. But what if Riley got attached to her? She didn’t go through the hurt all that badly when Blake moved out, but Riley was older now.
The idea of her living with Blake filled me with anger and I told myself that it was a great way to save Riley from that. Hell, we could just be engaged with a wedding date and probably win. Blake was a lot like me, sleeping her way through the city but lying about it. She hadn’t found her new sugar daddy yet, so she was going to go after me.
Lucinda Graves. I was going to make her mine. I would certainly enjoy the physical aspect of the relationship.
I blinked at the sound of my name and watched as a little blonde girl came running to my car as my mother watched from the front porch. I got out and wrapped Riley in a tight hug, spinning her around. “Hi, baby girl. Did you have fun?”
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